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BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS
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"Hm. You know, I think Saturn might have been more fitting for Moon," he drawled idly as he was suddenly just there, evidently not too disturbed about abusing his teleportation when lazy enough to resort to it over walking. In truth, he was just fidgety with Hazel too far away, more and more struck with the festering conviction that he was on the verge of losing her. He couldn't place why or where the near obsessive worry had come from, but each day that passed without Margy or Suite he felt the tiny little teeth of worry dig deeper into his skin. So maybe he only teleported because he absolutely could not stand the additional minutes it would take him to join them otherwise; maybe that shuddering fear was prowling just a little too close to the surface that morning. Whatever.
"He certainly strikes me as the sort to try to eat his own children," he concluded, with a sluggishly amused smile, "Gotta keep Har away from him, maybe." The vaguely obscure reference didn't seem to bother him as being a bit nonsensical and not too funny; Bast simply entertained himself with harassing Moon, no matter how much of a reach was made. His attention flickered to the other two, however, and he noted that they were newcomers that he only vaguely recognized. Huh. Maybe he should step his socialization attempts. "I'm Bast, by the way."
[align=center][table][tr][td]"He certainly strikes me as the sort to try to eat his own children," he concluded, with a sluggishly amused smile, "Gotta keep Har away from him, maybe." The vaguely obscure reference didn't seem to bother him as being a bit nonsensical and not too funny; Bast simply entertained himself with harassing Moon, no matter how much of a reach was made. His attention flickered to the other two, however, and he noted that they were newcomers that he only vaguely recognized. Huh. Maybe he should step his socialization attempts. "I'm Bast, by the way."
BY THE GRACE OF THE FIRE AND THE [color=#b4d5ee]FLAMES
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Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]